Dan: Yes, now you can wish me a happy birthday. Thank you again. And no, I didn't get the puppy. Perhaps it died in transit and the post office thought a birthday gift drenched in blood and the smell of dead puppy would be too upsetting. I appreciate the thought, though.

Happy birthday, miss. I wrote you a special birthday post that's even partially about you, but mostly about how criminally I'm wasting my gray matter on things that don't matter. But thinking about someone else for even half a second is pretty huge for me.